When Xu Xiangbei drove back to Spring Villa, Ouyang Jiahui called.
"Congratulations, Dr. Xu, Simon revised the article, and it's full of praise for Sun Jiajia. How did you manage that? You didn't seduce him, did you?"
Xu Xiangbei chuckled, "That's a secret, can't be spread. You deserve credit too. Luckily, you noticed the article in the new critics' column; if it were published, we'd be helpless. To show my gratitude, let me treat you to dinner. What would you like to eat?"
"Then I won't hold back; I'd like to eat Yangtze River paddlefish."
"I'll come pick you up right now; get dressed up beforehand. Going out to eat with me, you must dress beautifully."
Xu Xiangbei returned to Spring Villa at lightning speed, where Ouyang Jiahui was already dressed and waiting for him. She wore a white T-shirt with a big smiley face on the chest, matching her explosive pomelo head color.
Her lower body was clad in tight jeans, perfectly outlining her shapely legs and round, pretty curves.
